I am a sexy and wanton girl with genital rings.

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Yesterday afternoon, I posted in the original selfie section, hoping to get some comments and humiliation to find some comfort. But suddenly, so many unbearable memories surfaced, and now I can't sleep. So I wanted to vent, so I'm just rambling. It's not really coherent, so please just listen. It
's mainly about my innermost thoughts. I won't go into the reasons and the forced process, it's truly awful…
I used to sell myself. Initially, it wasn't my intention, but I gradually accepted it. After all, it was quick money and very exciting—not from sexual stimulation, but from the unknown of how many people, what kind of people, how they would do it, and whether I'd get any diseases. Every day I'd think, "Who will be the next one to do me?" That feeling was truly strange, truly irresistible. I admit I'm promiscuous, lewd, and vulgar, but that unknown anticipation of the next person—at first it was just fear, but slowly it became addictive. It's really easy to become addicted. Although some people find it disgusting, and some experience pain, the unknown of the next person still makes it very exciting.
I remember one time, a middle-aged, slovenly man with only one leg, using crutches, came in. After the older woman took the money, she let him choose, and he chose me. I was young then, and seeing a disabled person like that terrified me. I curled up on the bed the whole time without moving. He frantically spread my legs and fucked me. I secretly cried. After he was done, he left, and the older woman came in and called me out. That's when I realized I hadn't worn a condom and had been ejaculated inside. Later, the older woman fed me birth control pills while scolding me severely, saying that if I didn't change my personality, something bad would happen sooner or later... For a long time afterward, to make me more open, the older woman and the other women would strip me naked every night before work, leaving me in a barely transparent tank top that only reached my buttocks, standing at the shop entrance as a sign...
We worked in those small shops in urban villages, in a small alley in the urban village, the kind with colorful lights hanging at the entrance. We called it a brothel. It had a glass door, and inside there was a row of sofas. We would wait on the sofas, and when someone came to have sex, they would pay and choose their partner, then go to the inner room. If it was for the whole night, they would pay, choose their partner, and take them to a hotel room.
And so I stood almost naked at the door from early summer to autumn, face to wall, buttocks exposed, back to wall, my vagina exposed, every night. If I wasn't there one day, it meant I'd been chosen to be fucked. During that time, I don't know how many people saw me naked, how many people cursed at me, how many people groped me, how many people pinched my buttocks, how many people squeezed my breasts, how many people touched my vagina. They all pretended to be passing by, reached out and left, I couldn't defend myself. And then there were those self-righteous ones who cursed and spat at me...
All of that was alright, but what I feared most were the drunkards who didn't want to pay. A few of them would surround me, taking turns groping me, leaving me defenseless. Luckily, the older sister didn't want anything to happen to me, so she kept an eye on me at the door. When they got too outrageous, she would stop them in time. If she couldn't stop them, she would call the boss, who was nearby and would be there in a few minutes. Even so, I was gang-raped twice. The first time was by three middle-aged men; the boss came and they ran away. The second time was by a group of young people, about seven or eight, I really can't remember how many. They were all drunk. They grabbed me, ripped off my clothes, and forced me against the glass door. I watched helplessly as the older woman and the other women inside screamed for help, but she didn't move, and neither did the others. Then someone grabbed my neck, and I instantly stopped screaming. When I tried to scream again, I was slapped several times, and then I was completely dazed. Later, someone went inside and moved a sofa into the alley. Then I saw the boss was there too, and a young man was talking to him… In a daze, I felt a sharp pain in my anus; that's when my back door was opened. I will always remember that pain. I screamed for help, but what greeted my mouth was a penis that had just been pulled out of my anus, a foul, sticky smell in my mouth. I really wanted to bite it, but I didn't dare, I really didn't. I dared, and then they grabbed my chin and stabbed me in the throat. I couldn't even bite back. While they were fucking my throat from the front, they weren't idle either. I was opened up by all three holes at once, and I definitely had an orgasm. I was also fucked until I peed several times. I can't remember exactly how many orgasms and how many times I peed. When they finished, it was almost dawn. I collapsed on the sofa in the middle of the alley and saw that a group of people had gathered around me. The boss was haggling with the group of young people. "It's just a prostitute." "Standing outside without clothes, what's the big deal about doing it outside?" "This guy is shameless."
After this, my older sister gave me emergency contraception and accompanied me to the hospital for a checkup. Her attitude towards me started to improve. It seemed that the boss had deducted a lot of money from me. But I was completely heartbroken. I stayed in my room for several days. I almost died, but I didn't. My older sister and the other sisters took turns watching over me, afraid that something would happen to me. I don't know how much time passed, but I completely accepted it all. I'm just a chicken, a prostitute, a whore. I'm just someone who sells myself for money. I chose this myself. I have to resist being fucked. I'm just destined to be raped and gang-raped. There's nothing wrong with being outdoors. It's okay to be fucked while being watched by passersby. I'm just someone who gets watched and fucked. It's not a big deal. I'll go back to work.
When I went to work, my colleagues were all happy and offered me a seat on the sofa. I ignored them, took off my clothes, and went straight to take a shower. To make it easier for people pretending to pass by to see me, I even had them shave my armpit and pubic hair. That's when I started shaving... Afterward, I put on my new high heels, wore a long sash I'd just torn from the mosquito net, and went out to stand at the door with my hair still dripping wet. The older woman wanted to stop me but didn't dare. Then, I spent all night at the shop entrance, twisting and seducing men... But during that period, my business was really good. I had over a dozen men having sex with me every day, and groups of people would book me for the whole night, taking me out and taking turns having sex with me. Later, I also took orders during the day, getting sex while I slept... That period was the craziest. I was sexed almost everywhere: on the street, in parking lots, in front of universities and primary schools, in elevators, on the rooftops of apartment buildings, on mountains, in rivers, in cars, in supermarkets, hospitals, farmers' markets, restaurants, internet cafes, KTVs, in urban village markets, in men's restrooms, almost in every corner of the city. My lewd figure was everywhere, and I was even taken to the men's bathhouse and raped several times... During those two years, I had to make money for several gangs of thugs, including the boss. Each gang would negotiate a price with the boss, hire me, and then make me sell myself. During that time, I didn't buy any clothes, and I almost never wore any clothes. I couldn't even get a good night's sleep. I was either being raped or on my way to being raped. Even on my way to being raped, I would be subjected to all sorts of torment by the thugs who brought me, or have sex in their cars. Because I didn't have any clothes, in the summer I would only wear a men's short-sleeved shirt, in the spring and autumn I would only wear a men's thermal undershirt, and in the winter I would just wear a down jacket. I had nothing else. Forget about underwear. I would only wear it on the street. Before long, I would be being raped naked. It didn't matter what I wore...
About two years passed like this. The urban village started to be demolished, and gradually fewer people came looking for me. I went back to the shop and started standing half-naked on the street. My sisters all advised me to quit. They said I was so rich, I should go home and find an honest man to marry. To be honest, at my age, including the six months I worked at the shop, I had saved nearly 300,000 yuan. I'd had two abortions and didn't even know who my father was. I honestly couldn't remember how many men I'd been with. I'd get 50 to 80 yuan each time. To be honest, I really wanted to go home, marry someone, and live a peaceful life, but I was afraid of being looked down upon by the person I married. I didn't dare think about the future, and I was truly addicted to being with men.
It was winter. I was wearing heavy makeup, thick stockings with the crotch cut open, and was naked except for a big down jacket. I was sitting in front of the glass door listening to music. Now I was the boss in the shop, although the eldest sister was still in charge. But she didn't dare look me in the eye anymore. I sat in front of the door so that when someone passed by, I could whistle, open my jacket, and let people see me, so I could get more customers, make more money, and get more sex. But the street was too quiet. Apart from the occasional car whistling by on the road in the distance and the faint sound of construction machinery demolishing buildings, there was no one there.
I don't know how much time passed, but it started raining outside, and the rain got heavier and heavier. I went outside; it was very cold. My older sister quickly tried to hold an umbrella for me, but I glared at her and went back inside. I just stood there in the rain, my hands loosening the clothes I was wearing. The wind blew, and my breasts and vulva were soaked through. Soon I was completely drenched. I was very cold, but also very clear-headed. I felt I needed to change my lifestyle. Later, I was sick for many days. After I recovered, I disappeared…
Later, I tried to find legitimate jobs. I sold clothes in a boutique and worked as a cashier in a supermarket. I changed my makeup, but people still recognized me. In the end, I had to go back to my old profession. There were no more urban villages. I worked as a hostess in nightclubs, did striptease, and worked in clubs, foot massage parlors, and bathhouses. I couldn't leave the clubs; I could only be fucked inside. Not satisfied, I joined tour groups and was even kept as a sex slave for several months. I wore semi-transparent colored contact lenses all day, making my vision blurry. Being tied up, hung upside down, and pierced was commonplace. I got my genital piercing done during this time, and I started using anal plugs frequently. It was also around this time that I started to like SM. Of course, while I was a sex slave, I drank my master's urine, served as his portable toilet, and even used my tongue as toilet paper. Not only my upper and lower orifices were used as toilets by my master... Later, I served as a toilet for many more people, took baths with semen and urine, and used men's semen and urine as drinks, brushed my teeth, and did face masks... It's unbearable to recall... Later, I wanted to become a model, but I didn't know if I was capable or if I had any connections, so I ended up going to clubs and bathhouses. Anyway, I just drifted along selling myself, year after year. My skin darkened, and I got older. Last year I was 27, and I couldn't play around anymore. I was really tired. I'd been selling myself for exactly 10 years. I don't know how many people have seen me, touched me, or fucked me. I don't know how much semen my three holes have swallowed. I only know that I've fathered three children without a father, and I've been hospitalized twice for STDs. As for whether I can have more children, I don't know, and I don't want to think about it anymore...
Last year I met him by chance. He was very honest. He wasn't very good at sex, probably because he didn't have much experience. He was the kind of guy who would just grab a gun and go for it. But that was okay. I was able to respond positively. With 10 years of professional experience and having been fucked by millions of men, my skills were no joke. But even though I was really into it, I just didn't feel anything. Maybe I was just too loose. But I've been working on it ever since. He's the repressed type, used to watch porn and masturbate a lot, though he doesn't anymore. I've drained him dry. He's willing, and only willing, for me to expose myself online. He even posted the first two posts. But he won't allow anyone else to touch me, and of course, I won't give anyone another chance. Almost nobody in this city knows me, and I rarely go out. Besides, I go out without makeup now, and I even deliberately dress like a country girl to please him, so nobody should recognize me. His job isn't great, his income is average and unstable, he's a bit older, in his early thirties, no house, no car, and almost no savings. But none of that matters to me. I just can't tell him how much money I have right away. More importantly, he's incredibly good to me. I've been honest with him about my past, and he doesn't mind, saying he's willing to marry me. I think I'm so lucky…
Our life is stable now. I told him he doesn't have to work so hard, he could do some small business he's good at, but he never listens. He works hard from dawn till dusk, and I just wait for him at home. Maybe that's the happiest thing for a woman!

[This post was edited by abc1024 on 2020-03-08 06:04]

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